Thursday 15 April 2010
Golly, that was fun!
I think Good Omens is both the best Neil Gaiman book I've read and the best Terry Pratchett book I've read, and they've both written some pretty kick-ass things (Anansi Boys and The Light Fantastic, respectively). It was just so clever and hilarious and plot-ful. It relied on overused clichés of religious horror and made fun of them by filtering them through the clichéd lens of a coming of age novel. Awesome. Perfect.
In spite of the sheer nerdy pulchritude of this novel, I've been having a hard time reading lately. My distractability quotient is quite high right now. Which might account for why I'm writing a post like this after writing two moody and Deep posts about what to do with writers who are jerks. I'm feeling a bit mooncalf-ish (in the idly dreamy way, not the monstrous birth way).
And the reading-lessness of it all is about to increase for hubby and I are working manically to get ready to go on vacation (one particular instance of irony I don't find to be hilarious) and my part-timer just quit (yes, as I was in the midst of writing this post). Sigh. See you in a year? Boo. ;(